by Ken Sehested
To the Blessed One of Heaven does my heart heave its burden.
For release from my shame, I wait all the day long.
Silence accusers; still every sharp tongue.
For pardon amid failure, I wait all the day long.
Alone to you do I yield, sealed in grace unrelenting.
For the hint of your mercy, I wait all the day long.
Guide my feet along paths of wisdom’s contentment.
For amnesty’s assurance, I wait all the day long.
May your truth be my beacon; your justice, my guide.
For the ransom of your realm, I wait all the day long.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org